Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 20:35:10 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dapper Hargrave
Subject: What was I thinking?
I don't know what I was thinking. Really I don't.
Jack Adams and I live in the same building... but I avoid him. Something
about him gives me the creeps.
Maybe it's the way he sneers at me whenever we pass in the lobby... like I
am beneath his contempt.
Or maybe that, at six foot two, he towers over my mere 5 foot 7 inch frame.
Or that he looks strong enough to bend my thin body like a pretzel on a
whim. He doesn't have the kind of build you get in the gym... its the kind
you get from hard, physical labor. Maybe construction or something. I'm
an accountant... we don't travel in the same circles.
Or maybe it's the rumors and half overheard conversations of other tenants
the elevators and lobby of the complex. Some said he had served some jail
time, others said he was a pervert or gay. Certainly not the kind of
person I wanted to associate with. I would even know his name if not for
those same overheard conversations.
He's maybe a couple years older than me... but couldn't be more than 28-30
years old.
Anyway... as I was saying... I don't know what prompted me to do what I
did. I guess it was a combination of things.... my most recent girlfriend
had just dumped me after blue balling me for weeks, work was stressful (tax
season always is), and I was tired of his arrogance..
So when I checked my mail today and saw that Jack Adams' mail was delivered
to me by mistake, I just wasn't thinking clearly. I could have just given
it to the leasing office and had them pass it on to him. If I had, none of
this would have ever happened.
But I didn't do that. Instead I took his mail to my apartment and threw it
in the trash can by my desk. Something about the mail, however, stuck in
my head as I made myself dinner... something was just nagging me. Finally,
I pulled the letters out of the trash and looked at them again. There was
a credit card bill (marked "past due" I noted), some junk mail, and a
larger envelope that had some paperwork in it.
"What the hell." I told myself and tore the larger envelope open. Like I
said, I'm an accountant and I could see these were financial documents. It
didn't take long, however, before I realized there was something shady
going on. I sat down at the table and poured through the documents. I'll
spare you the details, but by the time I finished I was sure these
documents contained evidence that Jack Adams was embezzling money.
I laughed out loud. That asshole who treated me like shit every time he
saw me was embezzling money and wasn't even doing a good job about it... I
mean, come on! Sending incriminating evidence through the mail? How
stupid could you be? I could turn these documents over to the police and
Mr. Jack Adams would be behind bars and out of my apartment building.
But.... I wasn't thinking clearly. I decided I wanted to rub his nose in
this first. I wanted to sneer at him for once and treat him like the piece
of shit. So, noting his apartment number - 602 - off of the envelope, I
headed to his apartment. And so the die was cast.
I knocked on the door and immediately reality set in. This was definitely
not a good idea. At first there was no answer so I thought I was just
going to be able to slink away back to my apartment, destroy the mail, and
forget about the whole thing. Before I could leave however, the door
opened.
It wasn't Jack who answered the door. It was another guy... I think I had
seen him around the building but never paid much attention to him. He was
slightly taller than me but with a similar slim build. He was wearing a
pair of jeans that looked like they needed a wash but no shirt covered his
smooth, hairless chest. The weird thing was that he had something on his
neck that looked like a dog collar. He ran his hand through his dark hair
but didn't say anything.
"What do you want?" He finally asked.
"Oh sorry... " I stammered. "I must have the wrong apartment..."
He just looked at me but didn't move to shut the door. "I .. um... got
some mail for Jack Adams today and thought this was his apartment."
The guy in the door just raised an eyebrow.
"Who is it Kyle?" I heard that voice and immediately knew it was Jack's.
Even his voice seemed to sneer."
"Some guy is here who said he received your mail by mistake, sir." That
seemed like a strange thing to call another guy... especially a brute like
Jack.
A moment later, Jack appeared at the door and pushed the Kyle out of the
way. He was wearing a "wife beater" t-shirt and a pair of jeans. He took
the mail from my hand and gave it a glance.
"You opened this."
"I... ah... I guess I wasn't paying attention and didn't realize it wasn't
for me until it was already open."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me into his apartment. "Well thanks. Let me
give you a drink for bringing me my mail." It wasn't a request and there
was certainly no warmth or gratitude in his voice when he said it.
Kyle closed and locked the door behind me. I felt my heart pounding in my
chest. I was in trouble.
Jack pushed me toward the couch in his front room. "Sit." He ordered. He
wasn't sneering now... he was scowling.
I hesitated for just a second and then did as I was told.
"You read this?"
"Oh no... well... just enough to see who it was for. And then I brought it
to you right away."
"Bullshit. What did you think you were going to do with this? Blackmail
me?"
"I... I... I ... don't know what you mean." Best to play dumb I thought.
He grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eye. "Never lie to me. Got
that?"
I nodded as best I could with his grip on my chin. He turned away and
seemed to think for a moment.
"Now I have to decide what to do with you." His voice was cold as ice and
I thought I would throw up.
"If you do anything to me, I'll yell and the neighbors will call the cops."
His sneer was back. "The neighbors are used to screams from this
apartment." This seemed to trigger an idea for him. He turned to Kyle who
was standing quietly in the corner. "Get the video cameras and set them
up."
"Yes sir." Kyle said as he disappeared from the room. What was up with
him calling this guy sir? And video cameras? What the hell?
Jack towered over me as I sat on the couch. "I'm going to give you a
choice. I can either turn you over to some friends of mine who will make
sure you never talk to anyone... or we will do something else to make sure
you keep your mouth shut voluntarily."
I must have looked confused because he gave a nasty little snort of a
laugh. "Let me explain. If you take "Plan B", I am going to fuck your ass
and I am going to do it on camera. If you ever say a word about me, about
these papers, or about whatever happens tonight... your family, your boss,
and that nasty little bitch of a girlfriend of yours will all get copies of
the video. They are all going to think you are a dirty little fag."
"You're want to what? No way... no way I'll let you fuck me. I'm not
gay."
"Your choice, man." He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and flipped it
open.
He was serious and, in that instant, I had to make a choice. I knew that
the only way I was going to make it out of this was to go along. My mind
raced but I couldn't think of any options. I felt tears running down my
cheek as I whispered "Wait... don't call. I'll let you... do that."
He looked at me like I was dog shit that he had stepped in. "Yeah, I
thought you would. I can feel your ass twitch in anticipation from here. "
He put the phone down.
I sat quietly and watched Kyle set up the cameras to view the couch from
different angles.
Jack towered over me again. "Remember this... once that camera gets turned
on you are going to do everything I tell you to. Understand? And you
better make it look like you are enjoying it otherwise it won't be very
good insurance for me, got it?"
I nodded agreement.
"You will call me "Sir" and will answer me when I ask you a question. Do
you understand?"
I started to nod but caught myself. "Yes, sir."
Jack told me to take off my shoes & socks. I obeyed and he kicked them out
of the way then pulled me up to my feet.
"Ok, Kyle. Turn on the cameras."
"Yes, sir." He pressed a button on each camera and a green light turned
on.
Jack turned back to me. "Take your shirt off."
A moment later my shirt joined my shoes on the floor. Jack reached out and
pinched my left nipple. "Do you like that?"
I knew the response he wanted. "Yes sir."
He pinched the right nipple even harder. "Do you like that."
It hurt like hell but I tried my best to smile. "Yes sir."
"Take off your pants." I was still wearing my pants from work so I tried
to fold them neatly. Jack pulled them out of my hands, crumpled them into
a ball, and threw them in a corner.
"And those." He pointed to my underwear. I slipped them off and threw
them into the corner of the room with the pants. I was standing naked in
front of Jack who was still dressed in his jeans and wife beater T-shirt.
I tried to cover my package but Jack slapped my hands away.
"Put your hands down. Not like you have much to hide there anyway." He
chuckled.
"I never had a chance to shower when I got home from work today, cunt. You
can start by licking my armpits clean." He lift his arm above his head.
His hairy armpit glistened with sweat.
I moved closer and cautiously gave his armpit a lick. I had to do it, you
know? I didn't want to die. The smell was strong and masculine and he
tasted salty but strangely, it wasn't really unpleasant...just really,
really weird to be licking an armpit. I started to pull away.
"I said lick it clean bitch boy."
"Yes, sir." I proceeded to lick his armpit as best as I could. Eventually
the saltiness faded a bit. He lifted the other arm and I cleaned it
without being asked... I had to make this look good for the camera.
When he had enough of that he pushed me back and lowered his arm. He
pulled his wife beater back over his neck... not removing it but exposing
his chest. "Lick."
"Yes sir." At least this was better than his armpit. It was still strange
though. His nipples hardened and he had me suck them a little. He bored
of this really quickly though. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed
me to my knees in front of him. I was face level with his crotch and knew
where this was going. His package was clearly visible through the denim
and I could tell he was getting off on this... if you know what I mean.
"You want what's in there don't you?" He sneered above me.
I tried not to look at the cameras. "Yes, sir."
"Tell me what you want."
I didn't' want to say it... I knew this was on camera and he would have me
in his power if I did... but his eyes flashed above me and he had just the
slightest glance toward his cell phone. "I want to suck your cock, sir."
"Undo my belt."
"Yes sir." I fumbled with the belt. It is odd undoing a belt from that
angle.
"Now unzip my fly."
"Yes, sir."
Once unzipped, he reached in and pulled his cock through so it hung out the
front. He was big. Much bigger than me. He wasn't even fully hard and he
had at least 7 inches and thick as well. He gave it a little tug.
"Are you sure you want it?"
The piece of meat in front of me was frightening. I had never been this
close to another man's dick before... and this was was looking me in the
face. I swallowed. "Yes sir."
"Beg for it."
I looked up at his face. That sneer looking down at me. To him, this was
my place. I wanted to get up and run but I knew I would never be able to
get away from him. "Please sir. Let me suck your cock."
"I don't think you want it."
"No, I do. I need it." I didn't want any part of it. I just wanted to
run... but I had to say it for the cameras. You understand, right?
"Please, sir. Please let me suck your cock."
He just nodded. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and moved forward. I
felt the cock on my lips but he didn't push it in. He waited. He wanted
me to do the deed.
"Open your eyes." He ordered.
I obeyed. I opened my eyes and moved forward slightly, letting his cock
touch my tongue. A new rush of flavors... his skin, old piss, and just a
drop of his precum.
"Suck it, bitch."
I closed my lips and tried to comply.
"Watch the teeth." He hissed.
I used my lips to cover my teeth and tried to remember how my old
girlfriends had done this. When I tried to replicate their technique,
however, he just hissed and pushed me back.
"You call that sucking cock, you useless little whore? Kyle, come show him
how it is done."
"Watch and learn." Kyle said as he dropped to his knees.
I watched, strangely fascinated, as Kyle opened his mouth... careful to
cover his teeth... and eagerly slid forward on the hardening cock. He loved
that cock, that was obvious and I watched as he worshipped the man meat. I
watched as he took more and more of the meat into his mouth. Jack's cock
continued to harden ... and continued to grow. He had to be at least 9
inches... I felt a bit inadequate still kneeling naked in front of him.
Soon Jack's cock as glistening with Kyle's spit. Kyle shifted his head
slightly and took the cock to the root. I could see the muscles in his
throat move as he worked the cock. He was deep- throating that monster! I
was amazed... none of my girlfriends had ever done that for me and my dick
was average sized at best.
Jack turned to me. "Now try again... and do what he showed you."
Kyle obediently, although reluctantly, surrendered his place in front of
Jack. I moved forward.. still a bit hesitant but it wasn't as bad this
time... I mean I had already had the cock in my mouth once.
I did my best to mimic what I had watched Kyle do. The cock was hard now,
rock hard, and that made it feel different. I worked my lips and tongue
around the head and then slipped forward allowing more of the cock to enter
my mouth.
Leaking precum covered my tongue. I told myself it was gross, that it made
me want to be sick... but I found myself working harder to nurse more out.
Maybe I just thought if he would come in my mouth it would be enough and
this nightmare wouldn't have to go further.
Jack put his hands on the back of my head and pushed in further, hitting
the back of my throat. I gagged and my stomach convulsed.
"Take it bitch, you know you want it."
I did my best to moan convincingly. He pushed forward again but I just
couldn't take any more.
"Pathetic." He said as he pushed me away. I can't explain it... I felt
ashamed that I had failed.
"Maybe you just want my cock somewhere else. Is that it?" He glared down
at me. I was afraid to answer. "Well... is that what you want?" He
demanded.
My spirit was broken. I had to go along. "Yes, sir."
"Where do you want my cock."
"In... in..." It took every bit of strength left in me to force the words
out. "In my ass, sir. Please fuck me."
"You filthy little cunt... you want this cock up your ass?"
"Yes, sir. Please, please give it to me." Going along was the only way
out of the situation.
He gave a shrug. "Well.. .since you want it so much. Turn around and lean
over the couch."
"Yes sir. Thank you sir."
I turned and leaned over the couch as he directed, resting my head on the
cushion and lifting my ass up to him.
He slapped my ass with the palm of his hand. "Gonna fuck that ass bitch
boy. Gonna make you scream."
"Yes, sir."
The blade of his hand slid down into my crack and I shivered. A finger
circled my hole, drawing closer and closer.
"Spread your checks." He ordered. I reached back and grabbed my ass
cheeks and spread them, exposing my hole.
Jack pushed me a bit and I turned in the direction he indicated. I knew
that he was making sure the camera got a good angle of me holding my ass
open for him.
"You ever been fucked before, bitch boy?"
"No, sir"
"It's gonna hurt. It's gonna feel like you are being split apart with a
telephone pole. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, sir."
His finger pushed into my ass. "You are pretty dry... better wet you up a
bit. Kyle get him wet for me.".
I heard Kyle move behind me and in moments felt his hot breath on my ass.
I held my ass cheeks apart for him as his tongue started licking my
asshole. Like Jack's finger before, it circled my hole and then pushed
inside. He spit into my hole and then pushed his tongue in pass the tight
sphincter. His mouth was watering... he really liked this. And, I hate to
tell you, I kind of liked it as well. Another guy eating out my
asshole... it felt... it felt good. I was getting hard as Kyle was
alternating licking, spitting, and occasionally nibbling at my asshole with
sliding a finger inside. The one finger became two and then
three.... probing inside me, stretching me open.
A moan escaped my lips.
That was all Jack needed to hear. "Enough. He's as ready as he's going to
be."
Kyle's warm, wet, and wonderful tongue disappeared and Jack moved in for
the kill. Jack still had his jeans on and the rough denim rubbed against
my ass cheek. He pushed them down enough to give his cock more freedom. He
ran his hard cock up and down my crack, coating it with Kyle's spit.
"Time to pop that cherry."
"Yes, sir. Thank you sir." I moved my ass against his dick in spite of
myself, rubbing his hardness against my hole which felt empty after Kyle's
attentions. I shivered again, this time in anticipation.
Jack shifted behind me and I felt the head of his cock positioned against
my sphincter. He gave a push, just a little push. "Come on, let me in.
Give that ass to me."
I lifted my ass slightly... pushing back on his hard and waiting meat. He
chuckled. "Yeah, that's it. Open your pussy for me."
He pushed, this time hard... insistent... forcing his way inside. My ass
gave way before his assault and the head of his dick slipped in. And
then... the paid shot up my spine. My ass clamped down on him, my back
arched, every muscle in my body tightened like a rock.
A slap rang out as he brought his hand down on my ass cheek. "Open that
hole." He ordered. "This is what you were born for. This is all you are
good for... to take a real man's cock up your pussy."
A sob escaped my lips. The cameras were rolling, I was bent over my
nemesis's couch, taking his giant hard dick into my ass. He was right, I
wasn't a man any more. I was just a pussy... a pussy to be used. "Yes,
sir. I need that cock in me."
I felt the muscles in my back, my legs, and in my ass begin to relax. He
felt the change, this ultimate and final surrender, and pushed himself
further inside me. Instead of a sob from me, this time there was only a
grunt. He pushed further, he would have his way and I wanted him to. Inch
by inch he pushed inside... stretching me open. The pain did not
disappear... but I embraced the pain. A moan escaped my lips.
"That's right, cunt. Take my fuck."
He pulled out slightly and then pushed in again. This time I felt his
pubes against my cheeks. Another thrust and I felt his crotch press tightly
against me. He was inside, all 9 inches were firmly inside me. I was so
happy, so proud as I heard the pleased sigh escape his lips.
He began to pull in and out, fucking me like the bitch that I was... that I
am. And I pushed back to meet his thrusts. I wanted him inside me. I
needed him inside me.
"Oh yes, sir. Yes, fuck me." I moaned.
He grabbed my hips and held me still for a moment. "You know... Kyle did
such a nice job on getting your ass wet and ready, it seems only fair that
you should give his ass a nice licking too."
"Yes, sir." If he wanted me to lick Kyle's ass, if that would please him,
I was eager to do so.
Jack pulled me back to one end of the couch... making sure that the cameras
had a good view of his cock still buried deep in my ass as well as a view
of my face as Kyle slid out of his jeans - he wasn't wearing underwear I
noticed - and got on the couch in front of me.
Kyle pushed his ass crack back at me, holding his ass cheeks open as my
hands were busy holding my own ass cheeks open for Jack. I eagerly dove
into his sweaty ass and began to lick, and spit and nibble his ass as he
had done for me. I slid my tongue into the warm recesses of his hole
tasting another man's ass for the first time. Kyle moaned appreciatively.
Jack was apparently pleased as he began again to pump his dick inside of
me. Harder this time as my ass was now open and ready for him. He pulled
all the way out. My hole felt vacant, abandoned. He pushed himself back
in, down to the root in one hard and sudden push.
"Not a virgin no more." Jack laughed behind me. He kept plowing into me.
"Yeah, you are just a cheap whore... begging for a cock in your pussy,
eating another man's asshole."
I moaned in assent as I continued eating Kyle's ass. Kyle's moans told me
how much he was enjoying my attention... and how close he was getting to
cuming without touching his cock.
Jack noticed as well. "Seems like a waste to let Kyle shoot all over the
couch. Kyle feed him your dick."
"Yes, sir." Kyle pulled away from me then climbed to his knees and
presented his dick to my mouth. It was bigger than mine, although smaller
than Jack's, but I wanted it. I took his hardness into my mouth. He put
his hands behind my head and began to thrust into my mouth in times with
Jack's thrusts into my ass.
I felt Kyle's balls tighten up and his body stiffen in front of me. His
hands pulled my head forward, pushing his cock as deep in my mouth as it
would go. His cock pulsed and his cum filled my mouth.
"Keep his cum in your mouth.." Jack ordered.
Kyle's dick pulsed again, more cum filling my mouth, and then he withdrew.
"Show the camera Kyle's load." Jack ordered.
I obediently opened my mouth and showed the creamy delight. Kyle moved
behind one of the cameras and zoomed in.
"Now swallow it. A man fed you his cum... never waste that when it is
given to you."
I obeyed without question, feeling the slimey goodness ooze down my throat.
Jack pulled back so just the head of his dick was inside me. "Fuck your
pussy on my dick."
I began to push myself back and forth on Jack's bone. God it felt so good.
"Yeah, milk my cock with your hole. That's right." His voice was hoarse
and I knew Jack was getting close as well. I did my best to massage his
hard cock with my ass muscles as I moved forward and back.
He put his hands on my hips and starting thrusting again, meeting me as I
pushed his length inside me. His sweat dropping onto my back and ass.
With a grunt, he made a final, punishing push inside me and held himself
deep. I could feel his dick convulse inside me, wave after wave of hot cum
filling me up.
"Yeah, you fucking cunt, take it... take my load."
He thrust again and I could feel another wave of cum, it's heat filling me.
He stayed inside for a moment, catching his breath, then pushed me forward
and off of his dick. I could feel his hot cum escaping my gaping ass. It
felt like there was a cup of cum in and on my ass.
He snapped his fingers. "Kyle, use his shirt and his underwear to clean up
his ass."
Kyle obeyed. First using my briefs and then my white shirt to clean my
hole. It wasn't until now that I realized I had cum while Jack fucked my.
My own load joining whatever stains were already on the couch.
Once I was cleaned up, Kyle turned off the cameras.
Jack had zipped up his jeans and put his t-shirt back down. I was still
naked laying on his couch... hoping that he would fuck me again.
"Get up and get dressed." He ordered. I obeyed and began gathering my
clothes. "Not the briefs, I took your cherry so I'll keep those as a
trophy."
I put on my pants and the shirt that was stained with his cum and
everything else.
"Now get the fuck out. And remember, if you talk to anyone, I'll make sure
the video of our little encounter gets circulated."
"Yes, sir." I said meekly. I hurried to the door. As I stepped into the
hallway, I could see one of his neighbors peaking through the door... and I
knew I would be the subject of building gossip now. Everyone in the
building would know.
So I hurried back here, to my apartment, and cried. I let him fuck me... I
let him do it and I enjoyed it. I begged him for it like a cheap whore.
Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome.. you know, where people taken prisoner
begin to admire and relate to their captors? Maybe that was what happened.
Because I'm not gay... I'm not. You have to be believe me.
I just don't know what I was thinking...